Saturday, 13 October 2018

Families are funny


Last night descended into a strange cocktail of girly giggling, melancholic moaning and rueful reminiscences. Sophie got tearful about Tamara, Hannah got niggly about Nathan and Philippa got militant about motherhood. I sat in the corner with a large glass of red wine and tried not to put myself in the firing line.
Women are odd, that’s the only conclusion I can draw from all this. I’ve tried, at different times of my life, to understand the fairer sex as best I can, but since the age of about 22 I’ve just given up and gone along with whatever gets thrown at me and hoped to come out of the other side unscathed.  I couldn’t go a day without seeing my wife, and yet each day hands me at least one example of why we’d be better off living on separate islands. It seems such a weird concept that two species – man and woman – seem determined to force ourselves upon each other (in a relationship sense) when we all see overwhelming evidence all around us that it’s a terrible idea that never goes well. Initial excitement and sexual frenzy gives way to bitter battles and constant conflict. Always. Maybe there are a handful of couples out there who survive long-term with their compatibility, friendship and marriage intact, but I bet they’re few and far between. The rest of us just slog through the daily grind of togetherness and hope not to kill or be killed.
I’d love to look at this further, but I feel more questions than answers would arise, and I would end up irritating a large portion of the people who read it. Who am I, after all, to try to unravel the mysteries and complexities of human intersexual interactions? Especially when I have a vested interest and could not consider the matter objectively? Wiser minds than mine have tried, and failed, and been scorned. Some of them made a shit load of money out of the process, but that’s beside the point, and that’s for their consciences to wrestle with.
Am I a cynical old twat just voicing his misogynist bullcrap?
No – I’m a still-slightly-pissed middle-aged twat recovering from a girlie sleepover.

RC 13-10-18

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